I couldn’t resist making this a little quiet moon blurb type thing I’m sorry:
Calder had thrown up down your shirt and in your unwashed hair.
The three month old had greedily drank his bottle and you felt like a terrible mother for spacing out while he did. Normally you had to pace your very hungry baby because he normally drank to fast but you we’re beyond exhausted and you couldn’t help it. When you snapped out of your daze to see beautiful brown eyes staring back up at you you started to cry. You felt awful for not paying full attention to your baby as you lifted the little one up to rest against your chest. You carefully burped him, your hand patting and rubbing over his back. But nothing was happening so you stood up from the couch, softly bouncing as you walked around the living room.
And soon you felt it. The warmth seeping in your hair and down your back. And you couldn’t do anything but whine and pull Calder from your chest. You were thankful that Calum and Mara had gone out before Calum dropped Mara off at his parents so that you could spend a night in quiet. You couldn’t let Calum take Calder to his grandparents, you were far too new a mother and you weren’t ready to spend a night away from him just yet. You situated Calder in your arms, looking down at the spitting image of Calum. You sniffled, pressing your lips to his forehead as you tried to keep calm. It was time for his nap so you started walking upstairs to Calder’s room, your body tired and your mind a ball of fuzz. By the time Calder was in his crib, Calum had come home and made his way upstairs. You she Calder’s door, sighing heavily as Calum walked up the stairs.
“Hi.” He smiled softly. “You look tired, baby.”
“Thanks.” You sniffled, your shoulders shaking as you wiped under your eyes.
“Baby.” Calum said softly, walking up to you. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t touch me.” You whined. “I’m covered in spit up and I haven’t showered in forever.”
“That’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t care what you’re covered in, I love you and I’m going to hold you.”
“I’m so exhausted Calum and I feel like shit and I know I look like shit.” You sniffled into his shoulder as he swayed you softly. “All I’ve wanted was a nice hot shower but I’m always afraid to shower when you’re gone because I hate leaving Calder alone.”
“Then let’s get you stripped down and showered because tonight is your night off.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be downstairs with the monitor making dinner.”
“Are you sure?” You looked up at him. “I wanted to spend all night with you while Mara is out.”
“And we will.” Calum promised. “Calder goes to bed at eight and we’ll have the rest of the night to ourselves. And I promise by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be relaxed.”
“I love you so much.” You pressed your lips to Calum’s.
“I love you more than anything in the world, baby girl and you get more beautiful each day.” He smiled softly. “Now go take your nice hot shower and take your time. We’re in no rush tonight.”
During the finale, were you ok with James back as a baby? Did you hope he would be back somehow?
No, I thought it was wrong and bad, to be honest, and yet another person that was wiped out by the finale. James lived a life, started it in the 1950s and ended it in the 1980s and got a few more minutes with his mom and got to meet his dad even after that. I’m not saying that he deserved to have a new life taken away- I’m actually arguing that he doesn’t deserve to have his old life taken away by having his memory purged and reverted to an infant. Bad, bad, bad. And completely wrong if they want to argue that they couldn’t break the rules of the barn and send Audrey back as herself- uh? is recreating a dead human being as a baby and sending them off with an imprint somehow part of the barn’s rules? sure why not I guess. what a shit-show that whole ending was, I’m too tired for this rn.
I've always loved the thought of Harry masturbating. His back bending in a perfect now while he squirms and moans your name. And when he finally opens his eyes to see you standing there watching he whimpers your name and comes hard...."Did you enjoy the show baby girl?" "Think you can give daddy an encore?"
Absolutely will give him a fucking encore. You are a fool if you deny him… Sucking him, the raw taste of his previous excursions, his hand on the back of your head … Then, telling him to stay put when he’s hard, turning around and guiding him down into you, backwards …
Did anyone else see the baby and baby carrier/car seat in the background in the new behind the scenes F8 video? at 0:56 I really hope they don't have a Dotty baby in F8... it's too soon. youtube.c_o_m/watch?v=elo4PoI9Qg4&feature=em-uploademail
Thanks lovely! I gotta confess I was too damn distracted by the adorbs of Vin and his little angel to notice anything else (video HERE). OMFG what is that baby doing in that car seat. TOO DAMN SOON!
I stand by my irrational belief that it’s Hobbs’ baby! Don’t even ask me why. I dunno. It is!
On a more positive note, Vin is wearing Dom’s necklace in this behind the scenes footage! YAY.
In all honesty, Clarke’s still not prepared
when it finally starts to happen. They’re supposed to have a few more weeks to
go, plus winter has only just begun releasing its grip and they all know how
fast that can change, not to mention that she just doesn’t feel ready, not
anymore even though just two months ago she felt like she could have taken on
the world, but that was then and this is now-
But there’s a crib in their cabin, a
gorgeous dark wood one that Raven made with Bellamy and Miller’s help, and they
have at least two week’s worth of baby clothes- all soft and downy, made from
real cotton- that they can go through without having to do the laundry, and
Bellamy is there, walking with her around the frigid camp, letting her squeeze
his hand so tight that his knuckles pop, holding her against his chest when
it’s finally time to push.
And when it’s all over, when she’s tired
and sweaty and aching all over, slumped against his chest while he mutters
about how good she did, brushing back her hair, they’re given their daughter,
red in the face and squalling at the top of her lungs.
They name her Claudia, and Clarke thinks
she’s the most precious thing she’s ever seen in her life.
A very Happy Birthday to @mostlikelytofangirl! :D It’s not much, but thank you for always being the most supportive and loving big sis! ♥ You’re a treasure to everyone you’ve graced in your life, and I cherish you so dearly! Have a wonderful birthday! ♥